O, who had cause but——
Oc. Do not say it. I go.
Not deity descending from the skies
To make our peace could now unite us. Ay,
Thou 'rt dead to me as that cold body.
The. Oh-h! [Swoons]
Oc. And in that bosom did I come to set
A purpose I'd not whisper now to death
Lest his dumb lips should tattle. Alone—alone,
To grapple in the dark the beast of chance!